My husband and I have been married for 27 years. With the exception of the year I gave birth on Good Friday and the year I was 8 months pregnant with twins, we have spent Easter with my husband’s people.
His uncle is a priest and he would say Mass for our family at 1 pm on Easter Sunday. We would have a meal following. Granny would put together an Easter egg hunt with cash prizes. When the bulk of the grand kids were younger, she put together real, real nice Easter bags full of treasures from Oriental Trading.
We knew it wouldn’t last forever.
This is the year. My father-in-law passed away in August 2015. Christmas was Father Ed’s last Mass. My mother-in-law moved to assisted living. Brothers and sisters are navigating new territory.
Easter will not be our traditional get together for many, many reasons.
We will travel the 3 hours on Saturday to see my MIL for the afternoon returning to our house on Saturday night. This will the first time my kids have attended Mass on Easter at our home church. We are having dinner at our house. My mom is going to come and be with us for dinner.
It’ll be ok. We all knew it wouldn’t last forever. Traditions change. New territory is forged. It’ll will be ok.